“Breathe,” I told myself. I closed my eyes and counted down from ten. Halfway through, I smelled coffee.

“Hi Jim, you seem to need one…” – It was John. He handed me a mug, sat down and waved with some sheets.

I sipped from the mug, deeply inhaling the delicious scent.

“Good news, I hope.”

John frowned.

“Shoot!”

“The paper is standard, can be bought in any shop. The DNA on it is neither human nor animal. There are a few parallels to humans, though. The handwriting is that of someone who isn’t used to writing with their hands. Spelling is correct. The printed stuff isn’t in the system.”